Chapter 236 The Magic Swordsman Who Studied for Two and a Half Years

Agrim, who was sitting on the baggage car and drinking low-quality imperial beer, let out a long belch, and then looked at the Glory Star Dragon who was communicating with the pointed ears intentionally or unintentionally. He was in this elf camp. The makeshift camp set up in the center was low-key, with no muttering of hatred.

At the first sight of Minas Nir, Agrim knew that this dragon was very strong, perhaps even stronger than the blood-red dragon Sklarzak entrenched in the World's Edge Mountains. In the Battle of Revenge Dwarves have shot down many dragons, but almost all of them were killed with rune ballistae and special dragon hunting guns. Only a few dwarves have won the title of dragon slayer.

Although the title of Dragon Slayer is very tempting, after all, this is not a cheap title like Dragon Slayer, but Agrim still thought about it. The strongest person who got this title in the battle of revenge only killed one Silver Moon Dragon, and the Glory Star Dragon in the distance, which was obviously larger than the records in the clan, Agrim decided to forget it after thinking about it. It wasn’t that he couldn’t defeat him. He just didn’t want to intensify the conflict between the two races, and he didn’t want to intensify the conflict between the two races. Disobey the High King's command.

So I could only continue to drink the imperial beer, which was as light as water, with a grimace. Just when I was getting bored, a few chaotic voices came from the side, "The Grand Master is fighting with a pointy ear!"

After hearing this, Agrim immediately put down his beer and prepared to join in the fun. The strength of the Grand Master of the White Wolf Knight is definitely not weak. The most famous one is Jericho Krueger, who single-handedly destroyed the empire. The chaotic vampire Count Vlad von Carstein, despite his unhappy ending, still proved the power of these followers of Ulric.

"Give way, give way." Agrim relied on his advantages in size and strength to forcefully open a path through the crowded crowd. Although he couldn't fight with Pointy Ears, it was still enough to satisfy his eyesight.

His movements were very rough, and even if the iron fists were just pressed against the armor, it would be slightly dented, but other people didn't seem to have any objections to this dwarf's behavior. Dwarves have seen this all the time.

Agrim, who finally squeezed forward, looked at the two people in the open space. Kristoff was holding a war hammer, and couldn't help but nodded to express that he was very strong and had to compete with him after the war.

Then there was Davian on the other side. The familiar dragon armor reminded Agrim of a lot of things. The golden dragon wing decoration was not simple. It symbolized that this pointy-eared warrior was a well-known warrior and was favored by the pointy-eared prince. recognition.

"Coster, give me your warhammer." Davian entered the battle arena and did not pick up the weapon immediately. Since this human being is proud of his strength, he must be taught a lesson.

The gravel hammer flew towards Davian's head with the force of the wind, as if to smash it directly into pieces, but the Dragon Prince just stretched out his hand when it was about to hit, and the war hammer was firmly held in his hand. in hand.

"If you lose, don't think about the Vaal priests building any equipment for you in the future. Just stay in the White Tower of Hos for the rest of your life." Coster threw out the war hammer and said with his arms crossed.

"If you lose, I will be your blacksmith's attendant for ten years."

After finishing speaking, Davian held the warhammer with both hands and looked at the opponent in front of him who was filled with fighting spirit. "Come on, you still don't have the courage to take the initiative to attack. Wait for me to take action."

Kristoff smiled widely, and the sharp canine teeth and wolf-like vertical pupils made people shudder. He was confident that he would not lose to this pointy-eared man, in the name of Ulric.

The white wolf turned into a battering ram, with the cold wind howling on his body. He had already regarded Davian as his prey, and swooped towards him. Davian slightly bent his feet and let out a roar, and the two of them Collided together.

There was a violent impact sound when war hammers collided with each other. The hard ground used as the point of force began to crack, making an overwhelming sound. When the rocks collided, it was the White Wolf Master who won half the move. Davian was struck by that. The force knocked back two steps.

Bai Lang seized this opportunity and immediately slammed the weapon down again. Even if it was only half a move, its terrifying power could still turn steel into slag and stubborn rocks into powder.

Davian narrowly escaped this attack and hit Kristoff's breastplate with his war hammer with his backhand, but suddenly, he was slowed down by a cold force, which made the White Wolf Master escaped this attack.

The war hammers began to collide with each other again. This time Davian did not hold any contempt anymore, and displayed his strength and skills at the same time. The strength of this human being is a bit interesting, and it is not much inferior to the champion executioner of Harganxi last time.

Kristoff stopped the oncoming war hammer with the handle of the hammer. This elf had the talent to talk big. He was completely different from the black bean sprouts he encountered before who could only hide and hide. His martial arts and strength were impeccable. Even he felt a bit of pressure, but that only served to excite Ulric's followers even more.

After the initial test, the two gradually began to heat up. Those who were closer began to move away. If they were hit by a hammer, they would definitely die.

Only Agrim looked excited and danced on the spot, shouting, "Hit his chest with a war hammer, or his head."

"Left side, left side, why don't you even have this sense of precaution?"

"Yes, yes, that's it. You did a good job with the pointed ears."

At the other end, Imrik, who was talking to Milson, the Knight of the Flame Sun, heard such a loud noise outside and knew that it was probably reaching fever pitch, so he said to the knight sitting next to him,

"Calledor can accept the Sun Knight's request for customized equipment, as can the mixed-blood elf warhorse, but the Dragon Court will launch some military operations in the old world in the near future, mainly against greenskins, ratmen and vampires. I We need your military support.”

Milson thought about it for a while and quickly said it was feasible. "Of course, it is our honor to cooperate with Caledo."

After greeting each other, Imric walked out of the camp. He was not worried that Davian would lose, but that he would kill the Grand Master of the White Wolf Knight. He hadn't even met Magnus yet. I gave him a big gift first, which was unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally.

"Davian, hurry up and settle the battle. The prince is coming." After receiving the information from the informant, Coster immediately reminded the Dragon Prince who was still fighting with the White Wolf Knight. The prince was definitely not here to be a spectator, but to prevent the continuation of the fighting. , to avoid casualties.

After hearing this, Davian took two steps back and took a deep breath. If he hadn't trained in the White Tower of Hos for two and a half years, he might not have been able to defeat the White Wolf Master.

"The next step is the last move. You don't want this battle to be inconclusive."

Kristoff nodded, Ulric's divine power seeped out of his body, and the misty cold air gradually dispersed behind him, turning into a vague wolf head.

With a step, two deep pits appeared in the originally cracked ground. He wanted to win this victory not because of racial differences, but because the soul of a warrior was calling him this desire.

He saw Davian's war hammer swinging from the right, but it seemed a little strange why his opponent's body glowed blue and became more and more solid.

The warhammer hit the blue light layer, and the weapon blessed by Ulric turned the shield into pieces of broken glass, but this was enough for the opponent to hit the White Wolf Grand Master with the weapon.

Kristoff heard the last words before he fell into coma, "I forgot to tell you, I am still a magic swordsman, and I have been studying for two and a half years."